THE BISPHAM WALK

A treasured family memory. A Sunday stroll along the seafront Promenade from Blackpool to the village of Bispham only a couple of miles. Still today if the conditions are right I’m transported back in my mind, that’s the beauty of a peak experience recall.

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A refreshing read. You took me along to this charming time and place. The song choice at the end is fitting.
When I read Blackpool it reminded me of the video you shared of the young Millen because that was the first time I’d heard of it.

At that time it was ‘the’ resort, it was always a wonderful candyfloss kitsch place complete with mini Eifel tower, kind of a really shit English Vegas ! But sadly it’s just a pit now though they are trying to revamp it but it’s gaudy, brash magnificence is forever lost.

Brings back memories, Nigel, of my parents taking me on holidays there. North Country Mecca. Love the ‘Ow do?’ reminder. Many years since I heard that, despite having been surrounded by this greeting in my Tyke-ish youth.

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.